Chay007

Lesly was just your typical kind of sadistic high school gym teacher, having her idyllic life disturbed when she was taken away by this strange butler, who informed her about her being the true heiress of a fallen family. 
That wasn't all; he was asking her to sign the papers to marry a husband whom she had never met before.
Normally, she would have run away and reported them to the police—if it weren't for them threatening her with the (for her) most important hostage.

On her first day in the villa of her new husband, she barged in on her stepson, intertwined with a brunette girl, not stopping to do the deed just because of her presence.
Clearly a psycho.

Next was the husband, who enticed her with money if she stayed for a year, slept in his bed, and played his wife. 
Lesly decided to go through with it for the good ol' money - however, after being introduced properly to her psycho stepson with ravishingly handsome looks, she had a feeling that things in this house would develop in a dangerous direction.

And she should be proven right.

First Volume: 'The Burning Man' is finished! I am going on hiatus with this because it was a hell of a ride for me as well. I think the big unveiling is done now, and I hope I answered most of the questions. I have a few ideas in mind for the second volume, but I wanted to write something new. The author is unpredictable, so maybe I take it on tomorrow again, but right now, I don't know.

Thanks for all your support!
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My Psycho Stepson and me

In the car, I had been so distracted by Lesly playing with her treasure before my eyes, that I forgot to give her the plaster I had with me in case she forgot to cover up the hickey again.

Later, besides having my new bait laid out, I hadn't thought of chancing on some crazy bitch confronting my stepmother, as if the former had any saying in my life.

Still, her answers were something I had to let sink in, repeating them soundlessly to taste, and internalize them.

"Kid. I am too old for him; don't worry."

"It's not; it is from my husband."

Even after I put the plaster on her, and while knowing all too well that her first answer was just feigned ignorance, the taste of these words made my agitation, the feeling I meanwhile sought out willingly because only she could let me feel it, turn into a dangerous direction.

38. A little Song (Jude's POV)